When I was a kid I used to......

When I was a kid I used to pour salt on slugs and watch them sizzle away, but I just can't bring myself to do that anymore. I suppose I was being true to being a little boy, but man that was kind of crude when I look back on it.

I feel incredibly guilty about this one incident which I want the RealJock confessional to hear.

I found a pretty big green tree frog one day and decided to draw on it with a permanent marker. The marker made the frog's skin peel and disintegrate before my eyes and I also dug in a butter knife into him after wards.

I'M SO SORRY FROG.

And I chased a group of baby chickens around our farm and accidentally stepped on one and its insides came out its arse. You should've seen all the other baby chickens gather around it chirping and looking up at me, this monster who killed their brother/sister.

I have always lived in close proximity to large rivers, so anything involving mud. I'd roll in it, make mud pies, capture the local fauna. I was always pissing my mom off by bringing mudpuppies, hellbenders, and crayfish home, all nasty animals that don't do well as pets, leaving me with many dead animals to bury (in the mud!!!!)

Now, I squeal like a girl at crayfish, hate mud outside of sports, and after one fateful bio lab, no longer have an affinity for mudpuppies.

When I was a kid I would go out with my friends and we'd "borrow" our dad's military equipment and go on our own missions and we'd camp out in the rain forest, I lived in Panama and one day we were out in the Jungle and there are a lot of tarantulas and I had to go pee so I went out be a tree and while I was peeing something jumps on my leg and I scream so loud that all our neighbors come out looking to see what happened, it was a little frog but I thought it was a spider lol.

Another time I started a fire on a hill, but the hill is man made and held in it weapons; but I was a fat kid and I had the bright idea to have smores and so I go to the hill and start a fire. and 3 min later the fire was crazy as hell and I was like I'm so out of here, and there was a security guard on his big and I yell help fire and I fucking book it and he chased after me but I ran in my house for some dumb fucking reason and the MP's came to our door the next day lol and I got into a lot of trouble with my parents

ANd my friends and I would go out to the ant hills and nock them over and try to kill all the really huge fire ants haha

I just remembered something else I use to do. I hated cutting my fingernails so they'd be pretty long and every time we played basketball during lunch breaks I'd play and scratch people on purpose to get the ball and ruined everyone's game. It was incredibly stupid. Now I don't have long nails and I don't play basketball.

This is kinda bad. My neighbor had an orange tree in his backyard, and three of us lived side by side to each other. Our backyard was the local freeway, so we had a huge retaining wall separating our backyards and the freeway. One day, we took the oranges from the ground and chucked them over the retaining wall, waiting anxiously to hear cars honking or some noise. Yea, we were bad. We never thought anything of it.

oh man... we had tomato plants in our garden in Colorado when I was a kid. My dad had us hunt for tomato worms every once in a while, big green soft cute things...... which we put in empty coffee cans with packs of firecrackers which we then lit. HORRIBLE, those poor little puffy guys. I'd never do that today. My two big brothers made me do it, honest!!

badmikeyt saidWow, the thread title should be "I knew I was a jr. asshole when.."

badmikeyt and I rarely agree on much, but I agree 100%......Bloody hell, what is wrong with all of you to intentionally inflict harm/pain/death on animals or bugs?!? Age is no excuse for cruelty to animals/bugs.Sad, very sad and bloody shocking. -Keith

badmikeyt saidWow, the thread title should be "I knew I was a jr. asshole when.."

badmikeyt and I rarely agree on much, but I agree 100%......Bloody hell, what is wrong with all of you to intentionally inflict harm/pain/death on animals or bugs?!? Age is no excuse for cruelty to animals/bugs.Sad, very sad and bloody shocking. -Keith

Yup, kids do stupid things and I did too, like throw pebbles at my Mom when she came to look through the storm door. It's better to do stupid stuff when your a kid and learn how bad it makes you feel, and stop doing it.

badmikeyt saidWow, the thread title should be "I knew I was a jr. asshole when.."

badmikeyt and I rarely agree on much, but I agree 100%......Bloody hell, what is wrong with all of you to intentionally inflict harm/pain/death on animals or bugs?!? Age is no excuse for cruelty to animals/bugs.Sad, very sad and bloody shocking. -Keith

Kids do stupid things. And?

And what?Age is not an excuse to be cruel to an animal period. I never was. None of my 9 nephews were. Says a lot about the character, (or lack there of in these cases), of the bloody idiots who performed these acts of cruelty. They may say they regret doing it now. But deep down inside of their pea-brains, that cruel person still lurks somewhere. -Keith

badmikeyt saidWow, the thread title should be "I knew I was a jr. asshole when.."

badmikeyt and I rarely agree on much, but I agree 100%......Bloody hell, what is wrong with all of you to intentionally inflict harm/pain/death on animals or bugs?!? Age is no excuse for cruelty to animals/bugs.Sad, very sad and bloody shocking. -Keith

Kids do stupid things. And?

And what?Age is not an excuse to be cruel to an animal period. I never was. None of my 9 nephews were. Says a lot about the character, (or lack there of in these cases), of the bloody idiots who performed these acts of cruelty. They may say they regret doing it now. But deep down inside of their pea-brains, that cruel person still lurks somewhere. -Keith

jim_e saidI feel incredibly guilty about this one incident which I want the RealJock confessional to hear.

And I chased a group of baby chickens around our farm and accidentally stepped on one and its insides came out its arse. You should've seen all the other baby chickens gather around it chirping and looking up at me, this monster who killed their brother/sister.

That's sad. I almost did the same thing when I was 12 with a kitten but I just bailed out of the step and hopped onto my other foot. I hurt it's leg a little but it was still alive.

Other stuff me and my siblings did was bury our favorite toys in the sandbox we had in our backyard. Then, when we were bored, we'd did them out and play with them again.

I don't know why we did though, It's not like we didn't have tons of containers for them, lol.